The Devil Made Me Do It

Devil's Puppet

Wow. My first publication in . . . how long has it been? A year? And this is what it is? This is my epic comeback? A freaking Trolls fanfiction? Anyways, enjoy. Or don't.

WARNING: Some language. That's about it.

It had been several weeks since you were captured, since the carefully-woven threads of your life had finally started to unravel. It was bound to happen someday, but you hadn't expected your downfall to come in the form of a fucking abduction. You wished you had never gone into those goddamn woods, that your introverted ass hadn't needed to take a quick break from the humdrum of Trollstopia. Many trolls were scared of that forest, which you supposed should've tipped you off, but you enjoyed wandering in its deepest parts. Unfortunately, so did some other, less friendly creatures. You could still remember the feeling of a freakishly large hand wrapping around your waist, squeezing you so tightly that you thought a rib would crack.

"Velvet! Hey, sis, look what I found!"

A male voice, full of excitement, as though he'd discovered a pot of gold. It was painfully loud to your sensitive ears; you could practically feel your brain rattling in your skull due to the sound waves. You craned your neck to look at your captor behind you and found yourself staring into two humongous blue eyes. This was no normal animal, and it wasn't a Bergen, either: the skin was pale rather than puke green. A . . . human?

There was no time to wonder about it, however: your lips parted in an o as you were lifted into the air, the comforting hug of grass against your toes stolen by a sudden whoosh of wind. You wanted to scream for help, but no sound left your mouth even as you strained your vocal cords, willed them to produce something.

The ground far below you began to shake, and your eyes widened in terror as your view of the greenery was suddenly blocked out by another figure, with the same slender build as the first. Unlike the first, this one had long fringes of lashes shielding its irises - likely a female. Velvet, was that her name?

It - she, if your intuition was correct - came closer, bending down to look you in the face. The powerful stench of perfume filled your nostrils, and you coughed as the chemicals burned your lungs. You cringed and turned away, feeling extremely vulnerably under the woman's gaze. You wanted out, you wanted to disappear, but despite all your struggling and kicking you remained firmly stuck in the male's grasp.

"Omigosh, is that a troll?!" Velvet gasped, one hand over her mouth as she scrutinized you. She reached out a hand towards you, causing you to let out a squeak of fear. You didn't like physical touch, even if it was from fellow trolls (hug time was downright torture, not that you'd risked telling anyone). A giant stranger was ten times worse. Her finger gave your face an experimental poke that, given her superior size and strength, would probably leave a nasty bruise. "Hey, are you, like, a troll?"

She was speaking to you now, in such a diva way that you probably wouldn't have answered even if you could. Given the circumstances, however, you decided not to antagonize the stranger: instead, you just gave a slight nod and stared at her with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging her to go away.

She didn't.

"OMIGOSH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" she squealed. "A real troll! It's like god has answered ALL our prayers, Veneer, you genius! I can't believe you managed to catch him! It's definitely a him," she noted, and you reddened as she eyed your crotch for any telltale bulge.

Veneer (a very strange name; not bad, but unusual) chuckled nervously. "I didn't catch - I mean, yeah, it was easy. Of course I caught it." He shook you around, and you almost threw up as the world spun around you. "Uh . . . wait a moment, I thought you hated trolls."